Silent Disco

"...do something creative."
she demanded
muscle memory slickly rolled
her eyes in a little circle
rising over my left shoulder
resting beside my right.
"Creative?" I thought,
"Haha, Ok" I said
taking the cardboard cutout.
I snuggled my hairy cheek
against the rough edge
squeezed my eyes closed
and smiled.
A quick snap and she snatched
her room mates head-on-a-stick
out of my grip and stamped off
like a spoiled child or worse
a jilted lover.
"Haha, Ok." I thought, but
this time in a more dismissive tone.
"Look babe..." I again thought,
"If you wanted to dance last night
you should of stayed awake."